personal narratives . poems . prose

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Perhaps I was the first person you ever bought flowers for and those were the first flowers I ever received, at least romantically I like that They were a little sad, but still cute two lonely Gerber Daisies One yellow One orange bundled up in 3 layers of newspaper against the cold The colors didn’t match well but there was one for me and one … Continue reading Flowers

In the current political climate Asians are almost always left out of the political discussion. It stings me a little every time I hear someone mention the race relations in the US as Whites vs. Black and Hispanics. I read a personal essay recently by one of my friends about how Asians have been wiped out of American history, always quietly swept under the rug … Continue reading some rambling thoughts about race in America and Asians

This is the city where homeless sleep on the benches right across from the golf course. And we roll up the windows of our SUVs and stare blindly ahead. If Where we call for freedom. Freedom to trample other people’s dreams without even realizing it. Freedom to earn enough money to do whatever we choose forgetting too quickly those we leave behind to spin their … Continue reading American Dream

Today I met Sarah. Sarah talks with the ease of someone twice her age. Her eyes are brown. She likes to emphasize her points with a little gesture. She talks with a frank voice. Her hair curls in ringlets hanging like shower curtains over both sides of her face. She stays late all the time. In class Sarah props her pencil up to rest her … Continue reading Two plus

Teemulle The roads are too icy The people are too plain The clothes are too many You must wear in the rain unless of course it snows and the cold goes up your nose and you fall asleep at two because the sun has bid adieu yet when summer finally comes you lose all sleep so dear because it’s much too light at night so … Continue reading Why I Hate Finland

Strong like twisting oak branches in late summer haze your arms that bubbles to the surface Slowly like spheres of gas your humor escapes from sticky tar melting under the summer sun then Quickly like water droplets dancing on a hot skillet Rain hanging like sheets in a gray Clamoring line your legs two blocks down we run in the sun wet … Continue reading

What to do when you’re so heartsick you cannot write. When all your close friends are so very far away. And you were the one who chose to come to this city. So very far away from all of those friends. It’s difficult to form new relationships over and over. “Late” at night, listening to the foreign air conditioning hum. Do you remember how dry … Continue reading Hum

over curry, bought at the slavers restaurant, a fact which he indulged us with before insisting that “the curry was still quite good,” he describes in delicious detail how two men found each other on a cannibalism website. One had a fixation with being eaten. And so they did. That pair. They started with his genitals. By the time the hot naan has arrived, his … Continue reading Indian food

Once in Finland we went kayaking on the river. Paddling upstream I realized too quickly that I’d never had to fight strange one-sided currents before, the grasp of silent water constantly spinning me out of control. The air was too cool for almost-July. While the brightness of the naked sun called to bare my arms, the cold peeled the layers of knitted nylon back over … Continue reading Spinning

blue signs sigh we are the planets loneliest generation sister said she read it in a study she felt it alone on the couch she burned her eyes through the azul screen juice of peaches laughter up in the cracks high towards the ceiling where sight blurs gray by the time the spider threads clear skittering off your face we revolve like pigeons on … Continue reading bayou blues